Yet another rejection, this one from a one day show in Healdsburg that for some reason I thought I’d get in. I’m in a funk. No matter that I just told Leland that we shouldn’t judge the worth of our artwork by sales, or who shows up to see it at our upcoming open studios. Never mind that I don’t even like doing one day shows since my set up takes forever. Forgetting the fact that outdoor shows are hot or cold or windy and generally uncomfortable.
I just don’t get it. I just know it hurts. And I think it shouldn’t. And it still does, and that pisses me off. And I shouldn’t be mad because it’s really not a big deal. I don’t need to be in that show. I have food to eat, a roof over my head. No bombs going off nearby. Life is great. No problemo. Please submit again next year. I’ll try not to think about the $40 I spent applying. Or the $50 I spent applying to ARTrails fall show. Strangely, I didn’t get upset over not getting into that show. I was proud that I barely sulked for a moment over it. Argh. A lot of the crazyness is because they never tell you WHY you didn’t make the grade. Is my stuff too expensive for the area? Are there already more than enough jewelers who are grandfathered in? Or, gulp, do they really hate my stuff? I’m fairly sure everyone doesn’t. I don’t (usually) and my wonderful Etsy customers don’t. So *&^%!!! them, or thanks for not taking me when I wouldn’t sell enough to make it worthwhle.
And thanks blog, for letting me vent. I feel better.